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This is for adults only. All others should leave. Thank you.

Editor's note: Unlike my other story 'John and Carol-NiS and Beyond',
this does take place in the NiS universe. I hope I did some justice to
Karen Wagner's vision, not to mention all the other people who have
contributed so many fine stories to the sub-genre of NiS. I hope you
like it.


                        NiS - Tom's Week - Monday (mf)

1.

5 foot 8 inch, red-haired sophomore Tom Allen entered George Winley
High School that Monday morning at 7:55 am, fully expecting another
mildly boring week in school. That is, until he heard, "Thomas Allen
to the Principal's office, Thomas Allen to the Principal's office." He
stopped dead in his tracks. He sighed. Just what he had been dreading
since last year. He was in the Program. 

It wasn't that he didn't want to go naked in school all week. Well, he
didn't, but that was beside the point. You see, Tom has a secret that
he has been dreading would get out when he did go into the Program. He
had an abnormally small penis, measuring barely an inch when soft, and
only 3.5 inches when hard. As a result, ever since he had learned what
it was really for, he had been very shy about showing his body. He had
managed to hide it pretty well from the other boys in his gym classes,
but now, he would have to let everyone see it. 

Now that he was a sophomore in high school and the Program had been
instituted there the previous year, he knew his time would come. He'd
seen the horrors some of the other students had gone through. He fully
expected to be humiliated and kidded for the rest of the week, if not
for the rest of the three years he had left there. So he had resigned
himself to the fact that, when his name was called, he would stand up
and go through with it. There was no way he would enjoy it, he
thought. No girls would be interested in touching him like they had
the other boys.

He stood tall with his eyes facing front and marched to the
Principal's office in the center of the first floor of the school.
Just as he reached the door, Tom heard a voice, "They got you, huh,
Allen? Have a good week."

He didn't even turn around, he knew that voice, his long-time
tormentor from elementary school, Todd Browning, "Just wait till
you're called, Browning," and went through the door.

"Tom Allen - I was sent for," he told the secretary.

"Yes, Tom, Mrs. Evans will see you."

"Thank you," he said to her politely. There was no reason to show
hostility to her, after all, since she was just doing her job, he
reasoned.

He walked over to the door to the Principal's inner office and
knocked. A woman's voice answered, "Come in." He pressed on the door
and it opened. He went in and stood before the large desk and looked
at the middle-aged woman who was sitting there. It wasn't bad enough
that he had strip in front of an adult, but a woman, no less.

"Good morning, Thomas, please sit down." She pointed to one of two
chairs placed in front of the desk without looking up. He sat, holding
his bag in his lap. He glanced around and saw the expected boxes
sitting beside her desk. When he looked back, she was looking at him,
studying him. He looked right back at her, not being hostile, just
observant.

She smiled at him. "You don't seem as nervous as some of the others,
Tom," she said conversationally. "Why do you think that is?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I knew this was coming sometime. I also
knew that I had to do it. So I resigned myself to it. I won't get any
of the so-called benefits from it so let's just get it going, please,"
he told her in a calm, almost dead voice.

"Why don't you think you will get any benefit from it?"

"Because when I learned, early on, that I have a physical problem, I
quickly learned how to hide it. If I'm naked, everyone will see it and
make fun of me. Now, I've already convinced myself that I can handle
that, and none of them will take Rule 3 to heart, so therefore, I
won't need Rule 4." He sat there, just staring at her.

She made a note on her note pad, then she looked up at him. "I see,
and just what kind of physical deformity do you have that makes you
feel that everyone will make fun of you?"

Without even blinking, he told her, "My penis is only about one inch
long, barely noticeable. Therefore, why would the girls want to touch
it?"

Her eyes opened to stare at him. During the time she had been
principal there, she had seen many boys go through the Program, and
thus had to strip in front of her. She had always felt bad to strip
away their self-dignity but that was her job as school coordinator of
the Program. Most, she was glad to learn, had come to enjoy their
week, but there were always a few who couldn't overcome the
embarrassment. 

"I see," she said. "Well, perhaps it won't be as bad as you had
feared, Tom." 

He just shrugged. "Whatever. I know I have to do it. What are we
waiting for?" he asked her. Despite his supposed calmness, he was
getting nervous.

"For your partner, Nancy Carter. She should be here now. I wonder
what's keeping her?"
  
She rose from her desk to check outside when there came a knock on the
door. She went and answered it. Tom turned slightly and saw that it
was Vice-Principal Jennings. He whispered something Tom couldn't hear.
Mrs. Evans returned to her desk with a peeved look on her face. When
she was sitting, she took a long deep breath and said, "There seems to
be a problem. Your partner has fled the school after hearing her name
announced. Therefore, without a partner, you cannot participate this
week." She looked at him, expecting to see a pleased look, but she
only saw an angry look. She was puzzled by this boy.

"I don't care if I don't have a partner, Mrs. Evans. I wasn't
expecting any help from her anyway. Now, please let me do this week,
so I can get on with my life?" he pleaded with her.

Mrs. Evans looked at this boy who seemed so resigned to having to do
his week in the Program and not really wanting to, yet when he is
given a chance to get out of it, he begs to do it. Strange. They'd
have to watch him.

She sighed. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, please, before I do lose my nerve and maybe skip from school
like that girl."

"Tom, would you do that? You're in the top 5 of your class. Would you
ruin you future just like that?"

"Probably not. But the originators probably should have thought of the
fact that there are kids in schools who are just not equipped,
mentally, physically or emotionally to handle the stress of public
humiliation. I have prepared myself, even before the Program came into
being, to handling just such an occasion. They may laugh at me, make
jokes, but I aim to just ignore them as much as possible. May I please
undress now?" She nodded. She was curious to see just what his problem
was.

Tom sat up and pulled his shirt off, without turning bashfully away
like some of the boys she'd encountered the past year. Slipping off
his shoes, he stood up and undid his belt, then he pulled his zipper
down. Without taking his eyes off Mrs. Evans, he dropped his pants,
then his boxers. He saw her eyes widen as she saw his small organ. He
bent over then and picked up his pants and boxers. He folded them and
set them in the nearest box, along with his shirt. Then he sat down
and put his shoes back on.

Mrs. Evans had seen him and realized the stress that he would
encounter. "Tom, I can release you from the Program without it
affecting your status in school. Would you like to do that? The
Program is not meant to bring ridicule or insult to its participants."

"Too late, ma'am. My name was already announced all over school. If
they don't see me come out naked, they'll think there is something
even worse wrong with me. No one will want to be around me, so I have
to do this. May I go now?"

She looked very sad as she handed him the required pamphlet with the
Program's rules. "Yes, you may go. At least try and find something
beneficial with your time in the program."

As he turned to leave, he looked over his shoulder and said, "I'll
try, but it's up to the others to take part, too. I can't make them
touch me. Good day, Mrs. Evans." With that he left the room.


2.

He sighed as he passed the secretary's desk. She smiled at him but
when he turned to get his late pass - the second bell for first period
had already rung - she saw the stern, determined look on his face, and
all she could do was hand him the pass and wish him luck. At least he
gave her a small smile.

He went out into a clear, quiet hallway. He shrugged. Just as well, he
thought. Walking down the hall, he stopped in front of the door to
room 112 - English with Miss Bernhard. He turned the handle and opened
the door. Steeling himself, he went in, calmly handed the late pass to
Miss Bernhard and took his seat in the front row.

"Mr. Allen, do you need relief?" she asked him just then with a calm
voice.

"No, Miss Bernhard, and I doubt you'll have to worry about that in
this class this week."
 
She looked at him with surprise. He didn't seem embarrassed, even this
early on Monday. He seemed - she searched for the right word -
resigned to his predicament. "Very well, Mr. Allen, but if the need
arises, please feel free to ask."

He nodded but said nothing. He pulled out his English text and note
pad and prepared to take notes as usual. The class resumed and Miss
Bernhard began to teach. While she was doing that, Tom looked around
and saw a pretty girl sitting two rows over looking at him. Why was
she looking at him? She couldn't see much with him sitting. However,
not wanting to be impolite, he smiled at her. Amazingly, she smiled
back.

When the class was done, Tom packed away his things and prepared to go
to Chemistry with Dr. Edward Smith, one of his favorite teachers. Dr.
Smith, and, yes, he was kidded because of the 'Lost in Space'
character, was a retired chemistry professor who taught a few classes
at the school each year.

He started for the door when he felt a hand on his arm. He turned
suddenly, expecting anything but what he saw - the girl who had smiled
at him. "Uh, hi, Tom," she said bashfully. "Do you mind if we walk
together?" Tom thought that she was beautiful. She had blonde hair and
the deepest blue eyes he had ever seen. And the rest wasn't bad
either, he thought.

"Sure, uh," he didn't know her name. She saw his confusion and smiled.

"Mandy, actually Miranda Collins, and you're Tom Allen, right?"

"Uh sure, that's right. Hi Mandy, or should I call you Miranda, since
we've just been introduced?" He looked at her and thought, if she
could overlook his physical condition, maybe he would have fun this
week if only others could as well. He smiled at her as they proceeded
down the hall to Chemistry.

"Oh, please, call me Mandy, Tom. I think Miranda is too formal. Going
to Chemistry with Dr. Smith?"

"Um y-yes, I am, Mandy. I was wondering, though, no offence meant, but
why me? I mean, I've never seen you before. Are you any relation to
Mr. Collins, my Gym teacher?"

"Yes, he's my father. I just returned from a trip overseas. I missed
the first two weeks and I'm just trying to catch up. Some girls I know
said you might be willing to help me catch up with the two weeks of
work I missed. We have all of the same classes, I think."

"Okay, Mandy. I'll help any way I can. When you smiled at me, I
thought you wanted to apply Rule three because I was naked. To tell
you the truth, I hadn't expected any girl to touch me. Thanks for the
smile."

She smiled at Tom as they walked into class. As they sat down, she
told him, "I went through it last year. There's no need to be ashamed
or embarrassed. Everybody's different."

Tom couldn't believe his luck. Here he had been expecting to go
through the entire week being ignored when this girl, Mandy Collins,
latches onto him. What next?

When Dr. Smith asked Tom if he needed relief, he declined. Mandy
leaned over and whispered, "Why not?"

Tom shrugged. He whispered back, "So far, I haven't gotten anything to
make me sexually aroused. At least, not until I saw you," he said,
grinning at her. She smiled at his complement.

Mandy had heard a few tales about Tom last year that said he was shy,
but it wasn't shyness, she suspected, but something else, and as she
looked at his crotch, she suspected it was a lack of self-image that
made him think only of his penis size and not of his brain, which made
him consider himself unsuitable for a girl. She told herself that she
would fix that.

They made it through Chemistry fine, learning about valents and
compounds. Mandy made sure to try and rid him of that complex.
Besides, he was cute.

As they walked to French class with Miss Simmons, a girl bashfully
approached them. She stopped and looked at him and Mandy. Tom raised
his eyebrow cautiously. "Yes, miss?"

"Uh, I was wondering if I could touch you?" She was cute, Tom thought.
She was a young girl, probably a freshman, with long red hair, green
eyes and a pink blush on her slim face. Tom looked surprised. "You
want to touch me? Okay, sure, that's a reasonable request, I guess,"
just as Mandy took his arm.

The girl smiled sheepishly and reached out her hand and rubbed the
small head. She giggled when it started to grow and she rubbed it some
more. "It's nice, not as scary as some others I've seen," she told him
before she scurried away. Tom looked transfixed as he stood there when
they were alone, his cock fully erect and shaking. Mandy squeezed his
arm and pulled him alone.

"See?" she said. "I knew that at least some girls would like you. Feel
better now?"

Tom turned to look at her. For a moment, his face was blank, then a
small smile appeared on it. He took her hand and squeezed it. "Yeah, I
do. Maybe it won't be so bad after all."

"Of course not. And those who do ignore you, just ignore them right
back."

"I will," he said as they entered the classroom. Miss Simmons smiled
when they walked in along with a few other stragglers. Tom and Mandy
went to their desks. Mandy sat next him, since there was no seating
pattern. When Miss Simmons asked him if he wished to request relief,
he hesitated. Mandy whispered, "Go ahead, you look like you need it."

"I can't, it's too embarrassing," he said, uncertain what to do.

"Ask for help. I'll help you."

He looked at her a moment, then he stood up and walked to the front of
the class. Miss Simmons smiled encouragingly and whispered, "Just
relax, and don't be embarrassed, Tom. Do you need help?"

"Y-yes, please," he said softly. "Mandy said she's be willing to
help." Miss Simmons nodded and spoke up. "Tom would like some help as
this is his first time. Would anyone like to volunteer?"

Tom was surprised when several girls raised their arms. Mandy was one
of them. "Mandy, please?" he said, almost so softly that they couldn't
hear him. Miss Simmons pointed to a chair and he sat down in it,
visibly shaken now. All his thoughts of giving up and keeping his
feelings to himself had vanished. His face was pale.

Someone remarked, "He looks scared to death."

Miss Simmons leaned over and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"I s-said I wouldn't do this, that I would have no reason."

"Why not?" asked a girl in third row.

"I'm self-conscious about..." and he blushed just as Mandy came over
and knelt down beside him.

"I don't know why. It works, doesn't it? Besides, some girls like
smaller ones, they're easier to suck on," and she grinned. 

A few laughs came from the class as Mandy started stroking him. His
member had shrunken a little in his nervousness, but as soon as she
touched him, he jumped. His back straightened as she rubbed him. She
looked up at his face and saw it turn from pale to reddish as his
blood raced through his body. 

"Oh God," Tom moaned. It was incredible. He'd jerked himself off many
times over the past few years, but the feel of her soft fingers on his
cock made his whole body, not just the part she was touching, surge
with tingling sensations. His breathing quickened along with his blood
pressure. He grabbed the seat of the chair and slid forward a bit,
spreading his legs and closing his eyes. He concentrated on the
feelings that he was experiencing and not the room. It only took a few
minutes for his orgasm to erupt, sending semen shooting at least a
foot into the air and landing on him and Mandy's hand. His body
collapsed on the chair as he moaned.

For a few moments, he wasn't able to move, but then his eyes opened
slowly and he looked out at the class. They were just staring at him
like they hadn't seen a naked boy cum before. He looked at Mandy,
smiled and said, "Thank you. That was incredible," as he helped her
up. She then had to help him up as he tried to stand on very shaky
legs. His face was still red.

Miss Simmons handed Mandy some tissues and she cleaned her hand and
Tom off, causing his cock to twitch, which in turn brought a few
giggles from the girls in the class. 

"Hey, Mandy," one girl cried, "you should have given him a blow job."
Snickers and laughs came from the rest of the class.

Mandy blushed. "Please, I'm a good girl. I'll wait till we're alone
for that. But then, who knows, maybe next time. Come on, Tom," and she
helped him to his seat.

"What do you mean, next time?" he asked after she had sat down. "Will
there be a next time?"

"Do you want there to be?" she asked. She was looking at him closely
and she saw his cock stand up. "I guess that means yes," and she
smiled as the class laughed. It was right then that Tom Allen began to
feel less self-conscious about himself. He wasn't so nervous either
about going into the girls' locker room next period.


3.

The class finally ended and they got up to leave. Tom turned to Mandy
and took her hand. Looking around, he noticed that almost all the
others were gone and Miss Simmons was occupied, so he leaned over and
kissed her cheek. "Thank you for earlier. That did more for me than
all the words in the world." She smiled and squeezed his hand, then
they picked up their bags and rushed out of the room to their lockers
to get their gym gear.

As they approached the gym door, Tom hesitated. "What?" Mandy asked
him. He was looking at the door with trepidation. "Are you worried
about the locker room? Don't worry, I'll protect you," she said and
wrapped her arm around his waist. 

"It's not that," he said sounding really worried.

"Then what?" she asked.

"It's you going in the gym with a scared, nervous wreck of a naked boy
attached to you," he said. "What will your father think?"

"Oh you," she said, slapping his arm as she saw the smile cross his
face. "Silly, he'll be fine with it. Come on, we'll be late," and she
pulled him through the double doors so fast he stumbled.

The doors opened and they walked in to see the two coaches, Mr.
Collins and Miss White, standing there talking. "Hi, daddy, look who I
found wandering the halls, looking all lost and lonely. Can I keep
him?" she said to her father. Both the coaches broke up. Mr. Collins
came over and hugged Mandy. 

"Hi, Mandy. Of course you can, honey, but is he house-trained?"

"Oh, daddy, you are such a kidder, you two should get along fine," she
said, laughing as Tom stood there blushing.

"Hi, Tom. I see you've met my daughter. How are you doing with the
Program?"

"Okay, now, sir, but it didn't start off too well. I've been dreading
it since last year when it started here. However, that was before I
met Miss Miranda Collins and she was kind enough to take me under her
wing, for which I will be eternally grateful," he said. 

"Why were you dreading it?" Mr. Collins asked. 

"Daddy, he has self-image problems," Mandy said, looking at Tom's
groin. "I intend to rid him of those problems, if possible."

"Is that true, Tom? Size isn't everything, and a smart boy like you
should go far in life."

"I was resigned to the fact that I would have to go through with the
Program and everyone would see how small I am, but this morning has
given me some new insights to just how nice the students can be if
they want to be. One girl even remarked that some girls like them
small, they're easier to suck on."

"That's true," laughed Mr. Collins. "Now you both had better get
changed."

Tom put that worried look on his face as he looked towards the girls'
locker room door. "We have to go in there?" he said, pointing at the
green door, "I can't," his voice and lip quivering. Mandy swatted him
and pulled him by the arm into the girls' locker room, just as he
started to laugh. "All right, my lady, slow down. I'm coming, I'm
coming." That last part came out just as he entered the locker room
and saw the girls standing around in various stages of undress,
looking to see what the noise was all about. They looked at him and
saw his small cock quickly expand. They'd seen many naked boys in the
room since last year, so he wasn't cause for alarm. 

Tom just stopped, gasped and tried to run out, but Mandy grabbed him.
"Girls, give me some help here, please. My pet is scared. Someone calm
him down." The girls milled around Tom, running their bare arms over
him, some even touching his privates, just making sure he couldn't
leave. Tom looked helpless till he saw Mandy's grinning face, then he
stood tall and said, "What do you mean - pet?! I am a man, not an
animal!" (He'd heard that in the old Elephant Man movie on TV). Then
he started to advance on her with his hands raised. She backed away,
her hand raised in pretend fear and giggling, saying, "Oh no, kind
sir, please have mercy."

It was when he kissed her on the mouth in front of all those
semi-naked girls that things really broke up. The girls hugged him
laughing. "Isn't he a card, girls? And to think, he started the day a
wet noodle, figuring he would have no fun this week. Well, we'll make
sure he does, won't we?" Voices of agreement rose as they patted him,
encouraging him. Mandy started to get undressed then as he relaxed and
sat down on the bench. He grabbed his bag as he watched the girls, no
longer self- conscious about his own nudity. After he had changed his
shoes, he stood up and turned to see Mandy dressed in her gym clothes.
"Aww gee, I missed seeing you in your underwear. Darn!" he quipped and
snapped his fingers. 

They all streamed out to the main floor and Tom rushed over to the
boys section at the outer end of the gym, but not after grabbing
Mandy's hand and squeezing it. "Thank you, life saver."

She smiled and said, "Umm, what flavor?" and rushed off.

Tom reached the boys' side laughing, something he thought that he'd
never do. Not while naked at school at least. Then he settled down.
Coach Collins brought them together in a group and said, "Okay, boys,
today we're going outside to run the track. It's nice out so we'll
take advantage of it and let the girls use the full court. Will you be
okay out there, Tom?"

"I suppose so. The others aren't dressed much more that I am. Let's
go. I feel like running today anyway."

"Why?" one boy near him asked.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I have some old concerns to run off, I
think."

"All right then, let's go," said Mr. Collins, and he blew his whistle.
He went over and opened the outside door and everyone piled out past
him, including Tom, who shivered a bit at the 65 degree temperature.
"Okay, Tom?" Mr. Collins asked him.

"Yes, sir, thank you. It must be the shock of the cool air on places
that don't normally feel it," he said, grinning.

"Okay, then. Let's go."

They followed him down the path to the football field and soccer field
where there was a one-quarter mile track that circled the two fields
that lay end to end with bleachers lining both sides of the field. It
was a cinder track, meant to provide good traction by the runners. Mr.
Collins blew his whistle again and they all surrounded him.

"Okay now, I want all of you to run around the track at least once.
Some of you may not be able to, but I want you to do the best you can.
No regular files, just run. Let me see what you can do. It's a quarter
mile around the track, do four laps and that's a mile. Of course you
won't have time now, but those who wish to, the field is open after
school and on weekends. If you have some frustrations to get off you,
come here and run them off. Okay, off you go." 
 
They all ran off to the track and began their run. The coach watched
them carefully, noting the one's that were having trouble, and
especially those that showed promise. Ten minutes before the end of
period, he blew his whistle and called them all in. Some had completed
the first round and had started the second when he called them in. A
couple minutes later, they stepped into the gym and found it empty.

"Hey, where are the girls?" one boy asked.

"Maybe in the shower, already," another responded. 

"All right, you'd all better get in there or you'll miss lunch,"
called out the coach. They all piled into the boy's side and began
stripping. All except Tom who hesitated before entering the girls'
side. He kept his eyes closed as he opened the inner door into the
locker room. "I'm not looking!" he cried as he held out his arms to
feel his way.

All of a sudden, several arms grabbed him and pulled him into the
shower room after one of them slipped off his sneakers and socks. He
heard Miss White say, "Be gentle, girls," as he opened his eyes and
gasped. All twenty-five of the girls were naked and lined up under the
showers. He had never seen anything like it in his life and he
groaned. Mandy came over and took his arm, leading him under a shower
head. "We just wanted to make you feel comfortable with this, Tom.
Maybe this will allay those nagging feelings."

Tom was frozen. He stood there looking at this massive display of
female pulchritude and felt his heart racing. When he saw Mandy, he
lost it. The tension of the moment overcame him and he spurted, all
over Mandy and the floor. "Good thing we're in the shower," she
laughed as she cleaned herself off. He might have fallen from complete
embarrassment if two girls hadn't been standing on either side of him
ready to catch him in just such a case. "Don't worry, Tom," one of
them said, "that's not the first time that has happened, especially
with a virgin, and virginity in a boy is nothing to be ashamed of. Is
it, Miss White?"

"That's true, Tom," she said from beyond the large shower room.
"Everyone starts life as a virgin, and if someone just isn't ready to
take that step, that's okay."

Tom relaxed and began to enjoy the washing he was getting from the
girls. He even was able to look closer at the girls, noticing their
bodies, and seeing how beautiful they all were. His cock got hard
again as a result and Mandy noticed. She gripped it lightly and
stroked, cleaning it with her soapy hands. 

She was about to get him off a second time when the first bell
sounded. They all shut off the showers and went outside into the
locker room to dry off and dress. Tom was amazed to actually be in the
girls' locker room (a guy's dream come true) and not have to be
worried about being arrested. Since he had to be naked, all he had to
do was to put on his socks and shoes and he was dressed. But he waited
around for Mandy. Ok, so he could watch the other girls dress. He
smiled to himself and thought that he would remember this scene in his
mind to his dying day.

Mandy came up to him and saw that smile. "What?"

"Oh, nothing," he said. Then he looked over the crowd and said,
"Thanks, girls, I'll be looking forward to tomorrow," he said as Mandy
dragged him out of the locker room. He was laughing when they got out
and Mr. Collins saw them. He looked at Tom then smiled. "I guess you
had a good time in there after all, Tom," he said, smiling. He pointed
to Tom's small but erect cock. 

Tom laughed. "Yes, I did. After all, that is every boy's dream, to see
the insides of the girl's locker room. Forbidden territory, you know."

"Yes, I know, Tom. Now don't you think the two of you should get to
lunch? I understand they're having ravioli today. You don't have to
pay, either, Tom. Lunch is free for Program participants. Mandy, do
you have money?"

"Yes, daddy, thank you. Come on, you puppy dog," she said, dragging
Tom by the arm and leaving the rest standing there watching and
laughing. 

Tom, playing the role of scared boy, said, "No, please. not there. I
wanna go in the girls' room again."

She stopped beside the door and looked back at the girls and guys who
were watching. "All right. If you're a good little boy, I'll let you
visit them tomorrow. Okay?"

"You will?" he said, a big smile on his face.

"Yes, I will. Now come on," and she wrapped her arm around him and
started for the door. Before they reached it however, they heard, "You
guys should take that on the road. You're hilarious." They left the
room laughing.


4. 

As Tom and Mandy walked down the hall, several girls came up and asked
if they could touch him. Of course, it may have been because of his
erection, making it look like he wasn't as small as he really was, but
nevertheless, the fact that they asked him greatly increased his
self-respect.

By the time they were at their lockers, Tom was starting to hurt.
Mandy saw the look on his face and came over and asked him, "Tom,
what's wrong?"

"Those girls, the one's in the shower room and the hall, touching me,
did something I never expected."

"Really? What?"

"They got me horny," and she hit him as he laughed. She grabbed his
arm and led him towards the cafeteria. They were already late so they
hurried. As it was, they had to pass the office and Mrs. Evans was
just stepping out the door when she caught sight of him. She stopped
and stared as he went by with Mandy's arm around his waist and he
waved at her. She grinned as he smiled. She also made a mental note to
talk to Mandy's father after school to see what was going on.

Mandy led him into the cafeteria and they got in line to get their
food. Mandy got the ravioli while Tom preferred his usual hamburger
and fries. They both had Coke. Going over to a small table near a
window, they sat down across from one another.

"Tom?" Mandy asked, looking at him closely as she picked up a piece of
ravioli.

"Um?" he asked around a bite of hamburger.

"Do you like me?"

He swallowed, took a sip of Coke, and said, "Yes, of course. You have
made this day, a day I was dreading since last September, tolerable,
even quite pleasant. As a person, you're beautiful, witty, smart and
someone I could very well fall in love with. Why do you ask?"

"Ohh, I just wondered. Would you like to come home with me after
school? We could discuss the lessons that I missed." She seemed to be
searching for something in his face, but couldn't find until he said,
"My lady, are you attempting to lure me to your lair? Well lead on,"
and he took her hand and kissed it, right there in front of everyone. 

She laughed and said, "I want you to meet my mom and sister. You'll
love them."

"Sure, I'd love to. Where do you live?"

"You know that large white house with the Greek columns in front,
across the street from the school?" He nodded. "That's our house," she
said.

"Really?" His eyebrows rose in surprise. "Wow. It looks like the White
House in Washington, DC, only smaller. You must be rich. Want to marry
me?"

She smiled. "Someday, maybe," she said, causing a rise in his
eyebrows. "See, Tom, before I was born and for a few years after that,
daddy was a famous football player in the NFL, one of the eastern
teams, I think. They don't talk much about it anymore. Anyway, daddy
made a lot of money playing until he had a knee accident a year before
Geena was born and he invested it wisely so we're quite rich. He
designed our house and built a great part of it himself. I want to
show it to you. Will you come today?"

"Sure," Tom said. "I was only kidding about you luring me to your
lair, you know, but I'd love to meet your family. I'll need to call
home, though. I don't want my mom to worry. See, two years ago, dad
died of cancer, at only 33 years old. It devastated her. They loved
each other and always wanted more children but found out after I was
born that mom couldn't have any more. So I'd like to make a stop at
the phone bank at the front of school before we leave. Okay?"

"Sure, Tom. Or you could call from my home," she suggested.

"Or I could call from your home, too. Okay. Tomorrow, you can maybe
come home with me to meet my mom. Do you think so? She gets home
around 5:00 from where she works at Richard and Johnson Attn-at-Law
offices. She's a secretary there."

"Sure, I can do that, but we'll have to wait at my house and take
Geena with us. She's only 8 and I have to look after her after school.
You'll meet her today." She smiled at him and rubbed his hand.

"Great! Today, I'll meet your family, and tomorrow you'll meet mine,
such as it is."

The bell rang and they threw their trash away and went to get their
Art books and materials and notes. They had Art right after lunch with
Mr. Harrison.

As they walked into class and tried to get to their seats, Mr.
Harrison called Tom up to his desk. "Hi, Tom. How's it going?"

"Not bad. I started off dreading it, but thanks to a very special
girl, and some remarkable consideration from the other people at
school, I am enjoying my time in the Program. That is something I
never thought I'd say."

"I understand, Tom. Do you need relief?"

"No, Sir, thank you. I already had it a couple times today. And
believe me, that was more than I ever thought I would get it." Mr.
Harrison nodded and excused him to go to his seat.

The class proceeded accordingly. Thankfully Mr. Harrison didn't ask
him to pose as they were practicing still-life, drawing a vase with
flowers. After class, Mandy and Tom headed out for History class, the
next to last class of the day, after a stop at their lockers to get
their history and Algebra texts.

As they walked through the door to History class with Mr. Callahan,
Mandy asked Tom, "I guess you're glad that the day is almost over,
aren't you?" She smiled at him. 

Tom sighed. "You're right about that. Thanks, Mandy." He reached over
and squeezed her hand. Then they headed to their seats. Mr. Callahan
made the peremptory request and Tom declined. He had had enough for
one day, he thought.

When the bell rang, they packed up and headed just across the hall to
Mrs. Roberts Algebra class. the last class of the day. No one stopped
him on the way and Tom was glad. He wasn't in the mood. It had been
one tiring day for him.

After they had reached their seats and the class had quieted down,
Mrs. Roberts inquired if Tom needed to ask for relief. He declined.
The class proceeded as planned and then the final bell rang. When it
did, Tom let out a loud sigh, bringing the attention of several nearby
class mates. One said, "Hard day?"

"In some ways, but Mandy helped with that," he said. Mandy grinned at
that. "But if you mean, was it difficult, only 1st period, really. But
now it's over. Thank God."

"Don't forget tomorrow, Tom," said one girl.

"Did you have to remind me? I was happy for a moment."

Everyone laughed.

It was over, the school day, that is. Now they had to go home.


5.

Tom and Mandy went out the front doors and she helped Tom put his
clothes on. She giggled a little as she slipped his boxers over his
feet and up his legs. Her head was level with his cock and it was
semi-erect. Tom was a little nervous with the gawkers watching as he
and some other participants were trying to dress. Mandy pulled up the
boxers, but she tweaked the head of his cock before she did. He
yelped, calling attention to himself as he jumped back a step.

"Hey, watch it there, lady. I need that," he complained grinning. 

"Okay, okay, little baby," Mandy said, grinning as well. "So will I
someday," she said to him softly and pulled up the boxers then grabbed
his shirt. Slipping it on, she kissed him and stepped back, watching
his face. When he was all dressed, she led him across the street to
her house. Opening the keypad to the security system, Mandy turned it
off and opened the door to the wide central hall, then she stood aside
to allow Tom to enter. 

Tom's eyes gaped at the two large rooms on either side of the hall,
and at the huge curving staircase over to the right. "Wow! This is
huge. You could fit half my house in this front part." He was still
looking around at the large bookcases standing against the walls in
the left side room. Giggling, Mandy said, "Yes, I think daddy went a
little overboard. That's the living room, I'll show it to you
afterward. I want to change my clothes first."

She led him down the hall to a door. She opened it so Tom could catch
a glimpse of the huge kitchen. "Man, I'd get lost in there."

Mandy shrugged. "It's just a big kitchen. We don't use most of the
things in there except when we have parties. Want a drink?"

"Sure, thanks. Coke, if you have it." They went to a very large
refrigerator with two stainless steel doors. Mandy opened one door,
pulled out two 16-oz. bottles, opened them and placed straws in both.
"Here you go, Tom," she said, handing him his drink. 

"Come on, I'll show my lair, I mean, my bedroom," and she led him back
into the hall. They'd only taken a couple steps when she stopped
before a blank wall. She looked at him and smiled. "See anything?"

He looked at her bewildered. "No."

She reached out her right arm and pushed something on the wall and a
panel recessed and slid aside, revealing a small elevator. "We only
use this when we're carrying trays or whatever upstairs for snacks or
something. It beats carrying them up those stairs. Come on," she told
him, going in and turning to face him. He looked at it a little
closer, then he entered and stood beside her. "Wow, I've never seen
anything like this outside of movies. Where does it go?"

"Just to the second floor. We only have two floors and a small attic.
Daddy believes in having his space." Tom thought, 'Only?'

"I guess so," Tom remarked as the door closed and the small cage
moved. He had to press himself against the wall to steady himself
against the sudden movement of the cage as it rose. It only took a few
seconds before the door opened again to reveal another corridor. Mandy
stepped out and Tom followed her.

Mandy pointed to a door on the right at the end of the corridor. "Mom
and dad's bedroom, their Sanctum Sanctorum, as I once heard them call
it." She smiled as they turned to walk to the left. As they passed
another door, she said, "Geena's room. You'll meet her very soon."
 
They continued a few feet to another door. "The bathroom," she said as
she pushed open the door and stood aside. Tom could see two cabinets,
one with a clear glass panel across it and directly across it, another
which was open. "Can I see?" Tom asked her.

She smiled and said, "Sure." He went in and looked at the large shower
cabinet with the clear glass doors. "Man, its so big, and it's got
three shower heads. What for?" he asked Mandy. "And why the clear
glass? Anyone coming in can see who's in there." He looked like he was
in Wonderland. Mandy giggled.

She opened the door and pointed, "The three heads work from the same
controls here," and she pointed to some knobs set in the center of the
right-hand wall. "This way, one person or two, or even three, can get
an all-over shower. As for the glass, we're not too careful about
modesty here. Ever since last year when I went into the Program, our
whole family has taken it to heart. Mom had a devil of a time keeping
Geena dressed before that, but since that time, she doesn't even
bother." She grinned as she closed the door. "Over on this side, we
have a Jacuzzi with a dozen jets. It's very relaxing."

"I'll bet," Tom said, awestruck at all of it. 

She pulled him out of there and down the hall to another door. Opening
the door, she walked in and Tom could see a large bed with four posts
standing up, one at each corner supporting a pink canopy, standing
against the right-hand wall. It was covered by a pink bedspread and
stuffed animals. Tom thought to himself, 'Definitely a girl's
bedroom.' "Very nice" he said as he looked around. 

On the right was a dressing table next to which was a door, presumably
a closet, and directly across from the foot of the bed was a table on
which sat a tower computer. The two windows were covered with pink
curtains tied back to let in the sun, with shades raised halfway. Next
to that was a tall set of drawers.

"Wow, this is nice," he said.

"Thanks," Mandy replied smiling as she began to unbutton her blouse.
"Have a seat, why don't you, while I change my clothes?" Tom was
uncertain whether or not he should leave, so he just stood there,
holding the back of the chair in front of the computer table. She
could see the look on his face as she calmly removed her blouse.

"Why the look, Tom? Not getting shy on me, are you?" she asked as she
undid her bra and slipped it off. She moved to her dressing table and
laid it there before she pulled the zipper down on her skirt,
unbuttoned it and let it fall to the floor. "After all, you've see me
naked already, just as I've seen you, so why be shy? Come on, get
undressed with me," she coaxed him as she pushed her panties down,
revealing her sex to him as she stood. Tom groaned and rubbed the
crotch of his jeans. Mandy smiled.

"Okay," Tom said and stood up. He pulled off his shirt and pants after
kicking off his shoes. Then he pulled down his boxers, leaving just
his socks. Sitting back down, he blushed as she approached to stand a
foot in front of him. 

"There, that's better," Mandy said. She went to her dresser and opened
a drawer. She pulled a shiny metallic object out of it and opened it.
She grinned at him. "Here, Tom, make your call." It was a cel phone.

Tom took it and after she showed him how to dial it, he dialed his
number, saying out loud, "Let's see now, 555-2820," and he grinned at
her. He had just given her his phone number. He let the phone ring,
expecting the answering machine, when suddenly the ringing stopped and
a woman's voice answered. "Hello, Allen residence."

"Hi, mom, I didn't expect you home so soon," he said into the phone.
He sat back on the bed and Mandy sat on his lap.

"Yes, Tommy, I got out early. I heard about what you were going
through in school. Are you okay?" she asked him, sounding worried.

"Yeah, Mom, I'm fine. It started shaky, but I met someone who helped
me a lot." Tom looked at Mandy and winked. Then he said, "Would you
like to speak to her?"

"HER!!?" his mom screamed, forcing Tom to pull the phone back quickly.
Mandy looked at him questioningly. "She screamed. I've never brought a
girl home. Say hi," he said and handed her the phone. "Hi, Mrs.
Allen," Mandy said into the phone, listened a few seconds, then said,
"Yes, he's here in my house across the street from the school. Do you
want him to come home? ... Okay, here he is," and she returned the
phone to Tom.

"You'll never believe what this house is like, mom. It's so big...
Yes, she already said she'd come over. She's bringing her little
sister, Geena, since she needs to look after her. She's only 8. Okay,
Mom, I'll be home soon." Then he got an idea. "Hey, Mom, can we have a
picnic this weekend? Then you could meet their parents, too? I could
clean out the pool and make it usable and we could all swim if it's
warm enough. ... Okay, that's be great. Thanks, Mom, bye."

He handed the phone back to Mandy and told her, "She really wants to
meet you. She's more excited about this than I am. Can you come over
this weekend? Since dad died, it's been pretty quiet there."

"Yes, I'm sure we can," Mandy said, sitting down next to him. He
grinned. "That's great. Mom said she'd have a pool company take care
of the pool. It's been covered up since, well, since dad died. It'll
be nice to have people over again." He looked at some of the stuffed
animals and saw a brown monkey. Looking at Mandy, he got a strange
glint in his eye. "What?" Mandy asked.

He picked up the monkey and waved it at her smiling. She grinned and
said, "Ohh, I see you've found Mr. Ookie. He's my favorite. He was my
first companion," she told him. "He's older than Geena."

Tom turned Mr. Ookie to him and said, "Well, hello, Mr. Ookie, I am
very pleased to meet you. Do you know what happened today?" He
pretended to listen a moment. "No? Well, let me tell you. Your pretty
mistress did a very very good deed today," he peeked at Mandy and saw
her struggling to suppress a grin as he turned the monkey to wiggle at
her, then he turned it back to face him, "and as soon as I decide just
what her penance for doing a good deed for such a poor soul such as I,
I will let you know." He listened again, then he smiled. "What's that?
Kiss her? Well, I don't know. Do you really think that is enough? Uh
huh. Well," he looked at Mandy who was just about to shed tears
keeping it all in, "if you think she can take it."

Mandy gasped out, "What did he say?"

"He said I should kiss you and then return the favor you so
thoughtfully bestowed upon me today."

"Oh? What gift?" she said, laughing.

"This," he said. Putting Mr. Ookie back where he found him, he leaned
forward and grabbed her gently and wrapped his arms around her.
Kissing her directly on the mouth, he placed his hand on her right
breast, causing her to open her eyes in surprise. As he kissed her, he
massaged her breast lightly, then laid her back on her bed. She looked
up at him, not scared but surprised and wondering. He could see the
look in her eyes. "Mr. Ookie said I should return the favor, so I
will. Tell me if I am doing it right."

"Tom, what are - ohh!" she cried as he started kissing down her body,
taking first one nipple into his mouth, then the other, then slowly
kissing downward over her stomach as his hands went to her breasts.
While he fondled her breasts and felt the way her breathing quickened,
he lowered his head further and started to lick his tongue up and down
her lightly shaved slit. 

As Mandy moaned, "Yes, oh God, that feels good, keep doing that," Tom
managed to get his first real close-up of the female genitalia, and
found it very nice, indeed. He smiled as she rocked on the bed, but
when his tongue hit on the little nob at the top, Mandy practically
screamed when he did that. He had to hold on as her back arched. He
did it a few more times and she screamed some more, finally settling
down on the bed, trying to catch her breath. 

Tom smiled as he kneeled there looking at her. She was still clawing
at the bedspread. "Well, I still think you need more punishment for
your good deed, young lady. Don't you?" she looked down at him after
raising her head. "Oh yes, more, please. I never felt that way by
doing myself. How did you know about that? I thought you were a
virgin?" she gasped out.

Tom grinned. "I am. It's just, being shy, I read a lot, and some of it
is x-rated. Thanks for letting me try it out. How's this?" and he
moved forward again and put a finger in her. She jerked. He smiled and
inserted a second, but that was all he could do, so by using his thumb
to rub her clit, he soon had her writhing on the bed until she had to
beg him to stop. He got up and licked off his fingers. "Umm, nice,
sweet."

She grinned at him. "Tom, if you want to do it, I'm protected. I've
been getting the Shot once a month now for the last four years."

Tom thought a moment, then shook his head. "I"d like to, Mandy, but
I'm not ready to do it yet. This week has me nervous still. Can we
wait?"

She sat up and hugged him. "Of course, Tom, I didn't mean to rush you.
When you're ready, I'd really like to do it with you. It'll be my
first time, too."

"Really? Wow. But I will let you know." He hugged her back.

"There's something you should know about me, though," she said,
looking at him worried, like he'd think differently of her after he
had heard what she had to say.

"What? Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, no, not that. Actually, you're the first boy I've ever brought
home." He grinned at that. "No, it's just that," she blushed when she
thought of it, "I don't have a - a hymen. I had an accident when I was
10. I found one of mom's vibrators in her room one day when I was
alone, she was outside talking to someone, I think, and I took the
vibrator to my room to try it out." He grinned at that picture. "Don't
laugh, this is serious," she said swatting him.

"I'm sorry," Tom said, rubbing his eye to keep from crying, "but the
image of you at 10 years old, probably naked in bed, holding a
vibrator in your hand and trying to figure out what to do with it.
It's funny, that's all," and he laughed. Of course she swatted him
again and laughed right along.

"Well, there I was, not naked, I was wearing a light summer blouse,
but was naked from my waist down, and sitting on my bed cross legged
at first, looking at my little slit and the vibrator." Tom laughed
again. She just smiled. By this time the two of them were sitting just
the way she described, looking at each other. She saw how his penis
was erect and he didn't care. She smiled. He was getting better, she
thought. "I finally figured out which end was which and tried putting
it in me. It wouldn't go in. I was too small, I thought. I got up and
went and got some liquid soap from the bathroom and spread some over
the vibrator. I thought maybe it would make it go in easier. It did.
When I pushed it in, it wouldn't go at first, so I pushed harder. I
pushed too hard and it went in, all the way, with just the control
part visible, and I screamed. I think the whole neighborhood must have
heard me. Blood was everywhere. Well it looked like a lot to me, what
did I know? I was only 10." Tom grinned, reached over and patted her
hand that she had sitting on her knee. "There, there, it's all over
now."

"Oh shut up," she said, grinning. "Anyway, I was lying there on my
bed, my legs spread in the most un-ladylike manner anyone ever saw,
crying my eyes out, and in rushes mom to find me like that, with a
vibrator sticking in my pussy. Could it get any more embarrassing than
that? I ask you. But what does she do? She laughs. She walked up to
the bed and kissed my forehead. I just stared at her, tears falling
from my eyes, completely embarrassed by it and she laughs."

"What did she do?" Tom asked.

Mandy looked at him and grinned. "She calmly as you please reached
between my legs and pulled it out, but not before she turned it on.
The instant the thing started vibrating inside me set me off. Even
though I was hurting, the fact that it was hitting my clit gave me my
first orgasm. When I recovered, she was gone, taking the vibrator with
her. She returned with it clean and also a wet face cloth, which she
didn't use on my face, let me tell you." Tom grinned. "Anyway, she
cleaned my pussy and sat down. Patting my thigh, she told me, 'Maybe
this will teach to stay out of other people's things, hmmm?' I looked
embarrassed, and a little scared. I thought I was dying. 'Am I dying?'
I sniffled. 'No, honey, you're not dying, you just broke your hymen,
that's where the blood came from. It isn't serious. The only thing you
have to remember is to tell your sex partners in the future what
happened so they won't think any less of you. Here, keep it. I have a
feeling you're going to need it.' She kissed me and left the room
giggling. So, you see, it was an accident."

"I wouldn't have thought any less of you if you hadn't told me, but I
loved the story," he told her as he took her in his arms and kissed
her. It was at that time that he saw a little girl standing in the
door from over Mandy's shoulder. She was just standing there looking
at them.

Pushing back slightly, he told Mandy as they separated, "Uh, Mandy, we
have a visitor." She looked over and smiled, "Hi, Geena, this is Tom,
my new boyfriend." Tom's head whipped around as she said that. "What?
Really!? That's great." He hugged her again.

"Why are you both naked?" Geena asked. She was dressed in her school
dress. Her long brown hair hanging over her shoulders. 

Mandy said, "Tom's in the Program this week, so I'm just trying to
make him feel comfortable, that's all."

"Oh, okay," she said. And with that, she dropped her bag on the floor
and began to strip. Tom gasped, "What's she doing?"

Mandy giggled as she watched her little sister strip out of her
clothes. "She wants to make you feel comfortable, too. Remember when I
told you about how much trouble mom had keeping her dressed when she
was younger?" Tom nodded. "Well, we're pretty much nudists here when
we're alone. Cute, isn't she?" Mandy saw the look on Tom's face and
looked at his cock. It seemed even harder and longer than before, if
possible. She grabbed his hand. "Don't be embarrassed. It's okay to
look. Geena, come say hello to Tom."

Geena walked over to them, completely unconcerned that a boy she had
never met before was seeing her naked. "Hi. Tom, pleased to meet you."
Then she grabbed her clothes and bag and rushed from the room,
giggling.

"Oh, man," Tom said, "she's going to have no problem with the Program
when she gets to it, providing it is still around then."

"I hope it will be. She'll have a lot of fun with the reasonable
requests," Mandy said, grinning.

That's when they heard a woman's voice coming from downstairs. Mandy
left the room and went to the top of the stairs. "Mom, we're all up
here. Can you come up? There's someone I want you to meet."

"Okay, dear. Be right up," and she headed for the stairs. When she
reached the top, she hugged her daughter. Mandy didn't say any more
until they had reached her room. Mrs. Collins gasped when she saw the
naked boy standing by her daughter's bed. 

"Mom, this is Tom Allen. He's offered to help me catch up on the work
I've missed in school. In return, I'm helping him through the Program
this week. His partner skipped out. Tom, this is my mother, Margaret
Collins."

Tom had already stood up when they entered the room. "Uh, excuse me,
Mrs. Collins. I'm sorry about this," he muttered, shaking her hand.

"Why? Surely Mandy has told you of our lifestyle, and you are in the
program this week so you have every right."

"Mom, he's kinda self-conscious out his uh.."

"Oh, I see, well you needn't be," she said, looking at Tom and
smiling. "It's not the size that counts, it's how you use it and how
you treat your partner. Any girls that can't overlook that just aren't
worth being with. Welcome to our home, Tom."

"Thank you, it's kind of you to say that. I was so afraid of this
week, whenever it came, I had just resolved myself to get through it
as best as I could, but I knew I wouldn't enjoy it. Mandy changed all
that. She made it bearable, even a little enjoyable. I even got some
reasonable requests today," Tom told her, grinning. Mandy took his
hand.

"There, you see?" Margaret Collins said. "Not everything is always as
dark as it seems. Will you be staying for dinner?"

"I'm sorry, I can't. I've got to get home. I'm sure my mom has a
million questions, but thank you anyway."

"Mom, they've invited us to a picnic this Saturday at their home, so
we can all get acquainted. Can we go?"

"I don't see why not. Your father has no game that day, it's on Sunday
as usual, and I have no plans. Has Tom met Geena?"

"Yes. She came in on us while we were, uh talking," she blushed.

"Talking, okay," Margaret said, grinning. 

"All right, we were kissing," Mandy said.

"Of course you were, dear," said Margaret.

Exasperated now, Mandy stamped her foot and said, "We were only
kissing!"
 
Margaret patted Mandy's cheek and said soothingly, "Yes, dear, I
believe you. Calm down. Would you like to walk Tom to the door? Then
you can help me make dinner."

"Okay, Mom. Come on, Tom, Let's get you dressed. I'm sure your mother
doesn't want you walking the streets naked."

He laughed. "No, and neither do I."

They found all his clothes and he got dressed, but she didn't. "Will
you stay like that all night?" he asked her. He realized that looking
at her naked body was very pleasant and he hoped he would have more
chances to see it.

"Sure. Remember, I told you, around this house, modesty doesn't have a
chance. Someday, you'll have to come over and spend the night. Then
you can try out that shower," she said, smiling as she led him from
the room and down the stairs. Geena came out of her room just then and
saw them and followed.

"Leaving, Tom?" she asked him.

He turned as they reached the bottom of the stairs and gasped. She was
standing there stark naked, a few steps up, looking at him. "Y-yes,
Geena, I have to see my mother about today. I'll see you tomorrow,
though."

She grinned and said, "Good. Mandy likes you, I can tell."

He grinned right back and told her, "The feeling's mutual, I'm sure."

She looked at him and asked, "Mu--mut..."

"Mutual," Tom told her. "It means the feeling is returned in full. I
like her, too."

Mandy and Geena smiled at that. "Okay," Geena said, coming to the
bottom of the stairs. 

"Go help mom, Geena. I want to say goodbye to Tom," Mandy told her,
pointing down the hall.

Geena just grinned. "You just want to kiss and you don't want me to
see," and she made a kissy face. Mandy turned her to face the long
hallway to the kitchen and patted her ass, saying, "Go! Now, young
lady. I'll be there in a moment."

She turned to see Tom looking after the little girl, watching her as
her slim naked body ran away laughing down the hall. When he realized
she was looking at him, he blushed. "Uh sorry. I just can't get
over..."

"It's okay. She can be a handful sometimes. I wonder what's going to
happen in a couple or more years when she starts bringing boys home."

"You'll just have to give her your vibrator," Tom said grinning.

She laughed and told him, "Now there's a thought," and leaned over to
kiss him just as the door opened as her father walked in. Tom saw him
and paled. "Uh oh," he said.

"What?" Mandy asked.

"I'm gonna fail Gym for sure now. Your father just walked in and he's
seen me kissing his naked daughter. I'm doomed."

"Oh that. Don't worry," she told him. Turning around, she ran over to
John and hugged him. "Hi, daddy, I was just kissing Tom goodbye. How
was your day?"

He turned and looked at Tom, then he grinned. "Oh fine, honey. I see
you still have your lost boy. How was your day, Tom?"

Tom told him how it had gone as briefly as he could. He suddenly had
an intense urge to get home as quickly as possible. Before he left
though, he asked Mandy if she would walk with him into school the next
morning. He would meet her at her door at 7:45. She said she would.
After that he went home, leaving a house like he had never seen
before, and a girl who did him a favor that he would never forget.

When he walked in the front door, his mother came rushing over to him,
gushing and hugging him. "Okay, Mom, that is quite enough of that. Why
were you home so early today?"

"It seems that one of the lawyers at the firm, a widower with a young
daughter who goes to your school, got a call from her this afternoon.
She told him about you going through the program this week and she
knew that I worked with him. When I heard you'd been chosen, I was so
worried. I knew how much you dreaded it."

"I wonder how his daughter knew me? Maybe she was one of the girls who
came up to me for a reasonable request, which I never expected."

"She's a freshman. He showed me her picture, she's a pretty thing. She
has red hair and green eyes. Do you know her?" Kathryn asked him.

Tom thought a moment, then he said, "I think so. There was a short,
pretty girl who was first, except for Mandy, to ask to touch me. She
had red hair and green eyes. I'll never forget her for being the first
to do it. Why don't you invite them to the picnic if they're not busy
Saturday? I'm sure he would appreciate a little feminine
companionship."

"Oh honey, it's been so long since..."

"Exactly, Mom, it has been so long since dad died. You've got to get
on with your life. Besides, if you marry him, you won't have to work
anymore," Tom said to his mom, hugging her. Then they went in to fix
supper while he related his whole day. After supper, he did his
homework then went to the living room to keep his mom company for a
while. After a while they went to bed.

As Tom sat on his bed, he remembered to reset his alarm to allow him
to get to Mandy's house on time the next day. Then he went to sleep
and dreamed of her and what might happen tomorrow.

 

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